I Want

I want to sing you
I want to write you
I want to watch you
And describe you
I would like to compose you
You, my ninth symphony
To put you on a stave
To play your melody
I want to sculpt you
Without engraving too much
Hardly anything to change
Some details to fix
I want to photograph you
Under different lights
To whip with the flash
All those artifices that are hiding you
I want to break your records
Go through your body's limits
Jump higher, run further
When man an athlete is one
I could go on with other arts
But none of them seem good enough to define you
So I'll go on in which my words are the finest
For you, I'll never stop writing